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Monday, March 22, 2004
oh dear. no more dreaming now. there's just one week left before the thesis submission. i have yet to start on my last chapter which i know, and i better, start churning out stuff today. i think i'm lagging behind most of my friends but strange enough, i don't really care.
i hope my bf gets the star wars monopoly board game. i will love to pig out on nachos, silly boardgames and old movies soon...
the final plunge. this almost sounds like the time i last got my butt out of the comfy sofa to the swimming pool for a few laps. sigh...
Saturday, March 20, 2004
you know you're dreaming the hours away, when all you can think of is the wedding you've just attended. all you really think of are songs for the perfect wedding. and the next thing you know you're checking out all the lyrics of nat king cole.
The very thought of you and I forget to do
The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do
I'm living in a kind of daydream
I'm happy as a king
And foolish though it may seem
To me that's everything
The mere idea of you, the longing here for you
You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to you
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you
The very thought of you, my love
The mere idea of you, the longing here for you
You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to you
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you
The very thought of you, my love
and you're thinking about your own future with that special someone. and you are afraid, anxious yet eager and longing. the tv is beginning to bore you. you think back last night as you walked home, the street light was blown. a patch of the long road home was covered in darkness and for the longest time since you can remember, as you looked up at the sky, the brightness of stars, blazing a trail through your meandering thoughts. i know it's soooo romantic and a little naive. to think suddenly that there is a destiny to be fulfilled. just as abraham looked to the stars and wondered, half amazed and half stunned by God's promises.
after the wedding today, i thought about wat my life will be very soon with my other half. we've been through so many things together. when the fire was the hottest, and we were falling apart, something still held us together. i often thought it was his love that is so much greater than mine. i would wonder how i could continue with this relationship after every trial. what will happen after this? and i will stare blankly at the thought of the future.
But i think we're nearly at the end of the burnings. perhaps there's just one or a few more left. Yet i'm filled with a confidence and an assurance that whatever the outcome, i will possess something that is eternal in my hands. yes, the romantic is speaking again. but then i remember the stars on my way home, and i remember that as I am looking at God, He's looking back at me too. Never forgotten, never out of sight.
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
Non curo. Si metrum non habet, non est poema.
"I don't care. If it doesn't rhyme, it isn't
a poem."
You are a type A personality. You like bright
things, you don't call in sick to work, and you
have devastating opinions about art.
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it's ok if a poem doesn't rhyme. i don't like the word "devastating". who cares? :)
this thesis feels like a big lump in my throat. that icky feeling when you didn't have enough water to wash down the pill. there's the bitter and metallic taste of medicine left. your esophagus is telling u that something damned is stuck in the middle of it, won't u kindly drink somemore water? But no, you're too lazy, too much in pain to heed its cries. so the medicine takes its own sweet time to dissolve there.
ok. bright side. the medicine does dissolve and everything becomes much better. i'm getting very hungrrry too. need a bag of fries right now.
Thursday, March 04, 2004
do ur thesis.. do ur thesis.. with that mantra in my head, i really really tried. but i should have known better. i woke up several times in the night thinking i could go the extra mile and accomplish a superman feat but failed. in the end it was at 6am that i found myself wide awake, running from my bed and to the com in desparation.
and then i got distracted when the morning paper came in. AHH! the observatory is playing again at alliance francias on mar 26. their album will be out on mar 12. i've never heard them before. i don't understand why i'm getting so excited. AHH! the film fest is coming soon .. very soon.. the news said like somewhere in the middle of april. For the first time, i can watch a film without suffering from the guilt trip of exams and assignments! YiPPPEEee.
but responsibilities are at the back of my mind. i have to fulfill them and they're mostly church duties. i seriously do wonder if i can have the best of both worlds. but according to experience, it's often not the case. something's gotta give..
"fight fight fight.. fight it with all of your might."
"chances are blah blah blah".
sorry couldn't hear the words from ella's singing. anyway, it's time to switch back to chapt2hons.doc
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